The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1887-12-21

good little girl. must 70 up the chimney

again"
But l want to see what you brought me
How can go to sleep, if / don't. Cam
you let me have it now. I'll want to go t,
the stocking and when you take away tn,
light it will be dark and I'll be afraid tt
60. and then I'll want to, and between tn
'fraid and want-to, I'll cry"
''You mustn't cry and you mustn't b.
afraid. Here is your present." The burg
lar threw open his revolver and the cart
ridges fell into his hand. Then he snapped
it shut again and showed the cleaning
barrel in the light.
"Oh, isn't it pretty. What is it for?"
Your papa will tell you. You tell hin
that Santa thinks he will never use it again
That PERHAPS he won't He don't max,
any promises Will you remember that?'
Yes. May kiss you good night?"
mo! No! Next Christmas perhaps
Tell your father that. Now good night
cover up your little head. That's right"
x y y
When Mr.. and Mrs. Porter came hom,
they found Katy sitting demurely by th'
side of the cot
''She never stirred mum. the little dear.
and with that Katy was commended fO
her watchfulness and care.
The mother took the sleeping form in he
arms for good night hug, but suddenl,
let the little child fall back Oh the pillow
again.
Good gracious, john" she screamed
''where did the child get TIIIs?"
Heavens! it's my-nO it isn't it's an
other make-why, where
''Oh papa, that's NINE" cried the sleepy
voice of Miss Elsie. Santa Claus brought
it. Katy was down in the kitchen and ht
came down the chimney. And papa, d,
you know" getting wider and wider awake
as she spoke, ''he had thing over his eye.
to keep the SCOT out. And he don't look
bit like the pictures-oh, THERE it is or
the fiOOr'
Mr.. Porter picked up the burglars masl
and muttered something strong between hi:
teeth. The next moment he was applying
such means as he could think of to calm {
woman in Mysteries.
A month after this one of MIR. POrter's
clerks said that a rather unpromising look
ing Individual insisted on seeing him per
sOnally and would tell his business to M
one else.
When the man came in he was haggarC
and in every way disreputable, but with &
weak face rather than bad one.
''Well, my man, what do you want will
me?"
Il want work.
"You needn't have insisted on seeing mt
for that purpose. I'm busy man. MY
foreman will tell you if we want any extrs
help"
Il have been trying for month to ge
something to do, but can't get a job.
wouldn't have come to you if 1 could have
got it anywhere else."
Still, don't see why you come to me.
Because l have only one recommends
ton and that is no good to any one else"
WHO is it from?'
1T is from your daughter"
Nonsense. l have only One tfs1ghte
and she is out a child"
~ ct you love her all the more For that
dor't you?"
why of course, what's tile esse of talk
ing like that? There's something wrOns
about you, my man. You're crazy
The man approached Psrter's desk an,
laid his hand on it.
"Yes, there's something wrong and
want to put it right. Mr.. Porter, l wan
honest work Or-I WANT YOU TO GIVE MI
BACK YOUR DAuGHTER's CHRISTINA
PRESENT."
Porter sprang to his feet with a cry an
for moment the 'twO men glared at eac
other.
II will get honest work for you." sal
Mr.. Porter.
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